Jeff remembered Tracey from the conference. With a classic bone structure, she must have been beautiful in her youth. Now there was a little too much ...eight and a face which was starting to show the ravages of booze. She was wearing a top which showed too much cleavage, Jeff thought, and short skirt for someone her age, but she did have great legs. He turned his attention to Kylie. She had inherited her mother’s bone structure and had a delicately beautiful face. She had waving golden hair. The biker who's name not so surprisingly was Spike he asked Simon “So how much to open that lock and let me fuck her?” I was aghast and blushed down to my toes Simon would never let a stranger fuck me he was the one who locked up my pussy to begin with wasn't he? I watched Simon's face and he was thinking about it seriously I stood there dumbfounded while they began haggling over a price to fuck me finally it was settled on a thousand dollars Simon asked me was my pussy really worth a thousand. I read any book which had the word"Secret" in the title. When I heard about a secret I was driven tofind out more. Some might call it obsessive, but I prefer focused ordriven as adjectives. It was my thing.Straight out of school I found that I could turn my skills into well-paying work. I joined a large corporate working in what was called"Deep Research". It was intelligence gathering. Corporate espionage.I just lucked out in finding something that suited me.I worked undercover to gain. Instead of going to her own office, she went back home to a northern suburb of Jackson."Hey Jude, I'm home," she announced as she entered the kitchen from the garage.Judith Mueller stuck her head around the wing of the antique chair she was curled up in and asked, "What has you home before lunch? I can tell that your office didn't burn down because you're in too good of a mood."Constance smiled at the delicate face that was almost hidden in a pile of soft brown hair. "I'm feeling too good to go.